Pimpin\' Ain\'t No Illusion歌词

作曲 : Butler, Fleming, Freeman, Shaw
[Pimp C:] (Uh, Uh)
One time for yo' mutha****in'...(whuut)
Back, ***** (uh)...
Kool Ace (whuut),
UGK...(huh) [Chorus: Pimp C]
Pimpin' ain't no illusion,
And pimpin' ain't never died.
Mo' pimps was on that ******
And yo' pimp tripped out on that fry.
The dikes done came through
And straight threw off all the game;
Got all these hoes thinkin'
They could manage they own change. [Kool Ace:]
But it ain't no illusion,
I know...you all have witnessed
He rollin' in my
Caady mo'
Wit' fly *****es,
Makin' ole deals:
Now, ho (huh, huh)
Ain't Bob
Barker But
I'm caught up in this game
Mo' like...
Peter Parker.
P-I-M-P, take the
P's that I am.
I want you payin' hoes in my army
Like...uh...
Uncle Sam,
And we gon' jam...
I'm talkin' 'bout the world greatest show
I know my **** is extreme
But I'm all about them does.
When I'm steppin' on the scene
Be there four deep...hella clan
My reality is your favorite dream (Stop that ****, daddy...)
Best believe
Kool Ace gon' keep it real.
Pimp C & Bun
B to testify for the ear
Excuse me, y'all, but this about
Southern ****.
Now, tell me can you...uh...feel this, *****?
We givin' 'em brain contusions...
Pimp C, what's the conclusion? [Pimp C:]
Pimpin' ain't no illusion... [Chorus: x2] [Pimp C:]
Pimpin' ain't dead...*****, it just began (How the **** you know Sweet Jones?)
My hoes still out there sellin' ass.
Yo' ***** is out of pocket, '
Cause yo' pimpin' was scary;
Real hoes gon' front on a simp
But she gon' do it for daddy.
**** *****s watch them mack and pimp on my floozie;
But, boy, my *****es know the difference
Between real pimpin' and movies
It's the difference between real leather
And that **** at yo' house.
I don't know what y'all doin' up there,
But we really pimpin' in the
South. Every since
I was 17,
I been stackin' my green:
Went for servin' rocks to fiends,
And rockin' club full a teens.
Went from bumpin'
Screw in Houston,
Sippin' promythazine,
To ridin' in a 8 600 with sheath,
To smokin' on sticky green.
I'm still
Pimp C, *****
I'm claimin'
P.A., they hate us;
But, me and
Kool Ace rollin' a
Lexus Sittin' on all gold
Daytons. *****, take a look around
Those hoes steady choosin'.
This is the conclusion: pimpin' ain't no illusion. [Chorus: x2]
Bun B: If you got any love fo' that broad you wit'
*****, move her 'fore you lose her, '
Cause a beggar ain't a mutha****in' chooser.
Third leg is a ***** abuser, infamous
In cities where big pimpin' is my hoes clean.
No AIDS, herpies, cyphillis
Come catch a wif a this...
Damn, can't you taste it?
Now yo' money's up in smoke
Like you freebased it.
Now ***** replaced it
Wit' a ***ual favor
But don't get mad at real pimpin', *****
Check yo' behavior...and savor
The aroma from
Promona to
Tacoma; Got my pimpin' diploma for bein' a
Cadillac chromer.
**** a Sonoma...
I'm on a mission for
Benzes Knowin' 'xactly where my ends is, ballin' relentless.
And then my friends is
Slappin' *****s with glass chins
It's funny...sendin' tricks home
Broke and defenseless; and, ever since this
Boy been pimpin' the pen,
I promise never to ever leave home
Without my pimpin' again...that's why... [Chorus: x2] [Too $hort:]
You know,
I got to tell you players what
I'm talkin' about:
My ***** got bold opened a bank account.
When I found the ***** checkbook,
I didn't get mad '
Cause there was no doubt that
I be gettin' the cash.
I broke it down to her,
She gave me the dough;
Do you remember what you was
Before I made you a ho?
You was a broke *****,
You couldn't even smoke ****,
Couldn't stay fo-cused,
And, don't forget it, *****...
Yo' whole life changed the day you met me.
Now you think you need a bank account,
Baby, I can't see
You managin' this money...it's too much.
All you do is look good...
And then you ****.
Git my money, git yo' money
It's all the same.
The **** ain't even funny when you talk about this game.
They call me
Too $hort, baby
I'm still in it.
Ain't no camouflage, nuttin' but this real pimpin'...beeyatch. [Chorus: x3] ...pimpin' ain't no illusion